The next fond moment saw her seat
Her fairy form at Selim's feet-
"This rose to calm my brother's cares
"A message from the Bulbul" bears;
"It says to-night he will prolong,
"For Selim's ear his sweetest song-
"And though his note is somewhat sad,
"He'll try for once a strain more glad,
"With some faint hope his altered lay May sing these gloomy thoughts away.
"What-not receive my foolish flower?
Nay then I am indeed unblest:
"On me can thus thy forehead lower ?
"And know'st thou not who loves thee best?
Oh, Selim dear!-Oh, more than dearest!
Say, is it me thou hat'st or fearest ?
"Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
"And I will kiss thee into rest,
"Since words of mine-and songs must fail,
"Even from my fabled nightingale.
"I knew our sire at times was stern,
"But this from thee had yet to learn-
"Too well I know he loves thee not,
"But is Zuleika's love forgot?
"Ah! deem I right? the Pacha's plan-
"This kinsman Bey of Carasman
"Perhaps may prove some foe of thine-
"If shrines, that ne'er approach allow
"To woman's step, admit her vow-
"Without thy free consent, command-
"The Sultan should not have my hand!
"Think'st thou that I could bear to part
"With thee-and learn to halve my heart?
"Ah! were I severed from thy side,
"Where were thy friend-and who my guide?
"Years have not seen-Time shall not see
"The hour that tears my soul from thee—
"Even Azrael from his deadly quiver
"When flies that shaft-and fly it must
parts all else-shall doom for ever
"Our hearts to undivided dust!"
He lived-he breathed-he moved-he felt→
He raised the maid from where she knelt-
His trance was gone-his keen eye shone
With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt-
With thoughts that burn-in rays that melt.-
As the stream late concealed
By the fringe of it's willows
When it rushes revealed
In the light of its billows,
As the bolt bursts on high
From the black cloud that bound it—
Flash'd the soul of that eye
Through the long lashes round it.
A warhorse at the trumpet's sound,
A lion roused by heedless hound;
A tyrant waked to sudden strife
By graze of ill-directed knife,
Starts not to more convulsive life
Than he, who heard that vow, displayed,
And all, before repressed, betrayed.
"Now thou art mine, for ever mine,
"With life to keep, and scarce with life resign;
"Now thou art mine, that sacred oath,
Though sworn by one, hath bound us both. "Yes, fondly, wisely hast thou done,
"That vow hath saved more heads than one :-
"But blench not thou-thy simplest tress
"Claims more from me than tenderness;
"I would not wrong the slenderest hair
"That clusters round thy forehead fair,
"For all the treasures buried far
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"This morning clouds upon me lowered,
"Reproaches on my head were showered,
"And Giaffir almost called me coward!
"Now I have motive to be brave,
"The son of his neglected slave :
"Nay, start not-'twas the term he gave
"May shew, though little apt to vaunt,
"A heart his words nor deeds can daunt.
"His son, indeed!—yet, thanks to thee,
"Perchance I am, at least shall be;
"I've arms, and friends, and vengeance near.'
"Think not thou art what thou appearest!
My Selim, thou art sadly changed;
"This morn I saw thee gentlest, dearest,
"But now thou'rt from thyself estranged.
"My love thou surely knew'st before,
"It ne'er was less, nor can be more.
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